[Verse 1] Yeah, yo ass on, back it up, yeah baby jump (Ooh) Elephant foreign, got that trunk in the front (Skrr-skrr) Whole private club with me, baby, this ain't what you want When I touch down in yo city, better have that fuckin' blunt (Skrr) If I ain't on your playlist, you ain't really jammin' (No) Pockets on Cesar Salad, yeah, with the salmon (Racks) Drop a tape so hot, got a nigga tannin' (Skrr) Yeah, a nigga jammin' Ball like Peyton Manning (Yeah) Ooh, had to run it up, throw a hundred up (Ooh) Smoke smoke, yeah, never want it, bruh (Ooh) Had to run it up, throw a hundred up, uh Smoke smoke smoke, they never want it, bruh (Ooh)